My First 2,000 Men

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Summary: Conventional, loveless, self-conforting lecturing on males
Review: This book describes the stance of the author in a rather pompous and very conservative way. It is definitely very small and unsignificant, pregnated with a dusty conservatism belonging to another age. The moralizing is almost nauseating. After puting into view her shrieking psychological mechanisms (displayed by dryly describing, allegedly drawn from the data of her own astronomic statistical density, the various categories of males into which all are to be fitted), thereby showing an uncommon narrowness of soul and lack of heart, the author condescends in delivering us the usual small-talk trash about prominent people (actors and so forth). A typical revealing lapsus is shown in the following sentence "I want to talk about more than just sex." Well, besides being a funny and astoundingly naive statement for a book with such a title, it implicitely reveals she never really enjoyed sex at all, despite her alleged numerable experiences. But what it really does show, is that for the author, just as for many other women, sexuality was not a goal in itself, but just a cheap available mean to reach certain goals and a certain social status. How sad, how depressing, how poor. Two thousand males, just to end-up with such a piece of garbage. What a waste... (of the males, of herself, of time, etc). The only little light shining forth is her description of a lusty, life-loving tranvestite named Michelle.